there doesn't seem to be a whole lot happening that i can remember lately. bloody job is kicking my ass...O_o

spontaneity - Saturday, May 21 2005

wrestled w/ my guitar strings today...and lost. dammit, i change these things like maybe once a year. i really should try n write down how to do it so i don't have to start again from scratch each time. O_o

so, b/c i was such a genius, i forgot to leave some slack in the string before i started winding 'em up, and subsequently snapped the G-string (that wasn't intentional btw). so, seeing as how i was going out neway, i decided to take a slight detour & dropped by downtown to pick up some new strings.

the 50% off books were calling out to me, n i picked up an intermediate flute book. hey, we got an old flute sitting at home that my sister used to play when she was in like grade 5 n it's just rotting away, so i figure why not try n learn right? yeh...so i grabbed my strings, my flute book, then went n sat in the sun n had some 99-cent pizza on Seymour st.

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they were gigantically delicious. now if only we'd had steak to match!

Sunday, May 22 2005

visited dirty gook's new apartment in Yaletown; studio-living doesn't seem so bad, looks like an interesting investment opportunity too. after checking out the place (mostly the kitchen) & downing 3 mini-pizzas we got down to business n started jamming away; him on his guitar, n me pounding out some riffs on the keyboard n filling in some 2nd guitar every now n then. went through some good ideas, then went to the local Blenz for a break afterwards (to see if we might catch a glimpse of the local "wildlife" he keeps telling me about). lofts/studios eh? hmmm...something to think about...

as for my flute-playing progress, i'm proud to say i've managed to spit out a C+ scale, frere jacques, silent night, and some chinese folk song. not bad for just a few hours! and for those that think the flute's a "sissy/girly" instrument, don't judge before you've tried it. my left thumb's still killing me from holding that thing up, n my right shoulder all cramped too! O_o

superheroes @ Rona - Monday (Victoria Day), May 23 2005

crappy weather, guess it's a good thing i didn't sign up for that triathlon over on the North Shore today. ah well, more time to train. went for a swim @ Bonsor, haven't gone in a while so i thought i should try out 750m in a pool n try to estimate how i'd do in the opening leg of a sprint triathlon. both good & bad conclusions: seemed to cover the distance faster than i thought i would, but it was a lot more tiring than i thought it'd be. sooo, this means....?? (i need to swim more) O_o

summer finally decided to show it's face in the late afternoon, helped pop go to Rona to pick up 24 garden logs for the backyard project they've been working on. so i'm wearing my $10 Batman shirt when we pull into the parking lot @ Rona; and we bumped into Superman, and Batgirl while we were there. what a small universe...

*random: ma always told me not to play with my food...
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had to make note of this story i came across on Tuesday May 17's National Post:

'Piano man' mystery stumps U.K.
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By David Sapsted


LONDON - British police are trying to identify a man found wandering on a beach five weeks ago who has not spoken a word but who turns out to be a piano virtuoso.

Officials at the Medway Maritime Hospital said the man has not spoken since being found soaking wet in the southeastern Kent coastal town of Sheerness, dressed in an expensive black suit and tie.

He is in his twenties or early thirties, slim with short brown hair and about 6-foot.

After failing to elicit any details from the patient, who has shown signs of being nervous around, hospital employees gave him a pen and paper, hoping he would write his name. But instead, he drew a flag of Sweden and detailed pictures of a grand piano, showing not only the keys but also the intricate inner workings.

When staff took him to a piano in the hospital chapel, he played expertly for two hours and, since, has written music and staged recitals lasting up to four hours.

"I am not knowledgeable about classical music but I could tell he was pretty good," said Michael Camp, a social worker in Medway's emergency department.

The hospital's staff have taken to helping the stranger, quickly nicknamed "the piano man," to compose more pieces as efforts continue to determine his identity.

A spokeswoman for the West Kent National Health Service Trust would not confirm reports that he has played sections of Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky, although she said he had staged a "beautiful" performance.

"There was nobody he was with skilled enough to recognize the music, they just knew it was classical music and played very well," the spokeswoman said yesterday.

"He's not talking at all," she said. "He's very frightened. He's drawing, but not to communicate. We are ware that he is a very vulnerable man and we would be putting him in a dangerous situation if we let him go."

Interpreters from Poland, Latvia and Lithuania were brought in to see if he was from Eastern Europe, and possibly an asylum seeker, but no one has been able to get him to talk. Despite the fact he drew a Swedish flag, police believe the man is probably English.

The hospital made an appeal for help from the British public on Sunday through the national service for missing persons, and released a photo showing a tall, thin man in his twenties or early thirties, with closely cropped blond hair and hunched shoulders.

"The Missing Persons Helpline has been inundated with calls. It's a fantastic response," Mr. Camp said later.

"A name has been given of a possible person from the Sussex area. I haven't been able to phone the person that phoned in to check it out."

He added: "We had one of these before, from the local area, and it sounded promising but...people start to think 'It might be this person that we know' and it doesn't quite materialize. We'll just have to wait and see."

Some callers said they thought they had seen the mystery man play at concert halls throughout Europe, prompting police to begin contacting orchestras to see if they can identify him.

"He has been playing the piano to a very high quality for up to four hours at a time and staff say it is a real pleasure to hear it. But we still have no idea who he is because he is not speaking," said Ramana Venkiah, manager of the psychiatric unit.

The man is now being held in a mental health unit in north Kent, which has no piano, until a full assessment has been carried out.

"There is no doubt that this man is extremely distressed and depressed. He has started crying over the last week or so. It may be that some sort of trauma has made him like this," Mr. Camp said.

"I cannot get within a yard of him without him becoming very anxious. Yet at the piano he comes alive. I can stand close to him and he is oblivious. It is extraordinary. The first time we took him down to the piano he played for several hours, non-stop."

The case has drawn comparisons with the Oscar-winning 1996 movie Shine, which tells the story of acclaimed Australian pianist David Helfgott who suffered a nervous breakdown while playing.

The Daily Telegraph, with files from news services


is that friggin crazy or what? i swear; real life is definitely stranger than fiction...

finally, some more of...

:the HK Journals:

DAY XX: Lantau Island, Stanley Coast (Southern HK Island) - Thursday, February 24

1100: wake, Starbuck’s for breakfast in HK. 39HKD for a chicken salad sandwich + coffee of the day

1130: bus over towards the East to JUSCO (mall), walk around till 1315 n meet up w/ UT
- take a long MTR ride to Tung Chung, then hop on a bus to go to Lantau Island to check out the big Buddha statue

- normally this statue’s big enough that you can see it from over a mile away, but today it was so foggy that I could barely see it even when I was standing right at the foot of the monument. it’s on top of a long stairway, on the peak of a little hill, n only when the wind blew the fog away was I able to see it. It’s pretty friggin’ huge though:

1735: afterwards, took the bus back to Tung Chung station, grabbed a snack @ this place that reminded me of the Bread Garden

1900: get back to the Causeway Bay area, hop on a public minibus (#40) n head to “Stanley Market” (Chek Chue) on the southern side of HK Island.
- it’s a quieter area, some expensive housing, lots of foreign investment & large HK companies pay good coin to house employees over on this side of the island
- usually some good shopping here too supposedly, but stuff’s closed by the time we get there

2030: dinner @ “Chilli & Spice” Thai restaurant
- place reminds me a bit of White Rock, pretty touristy, has a strip right along the beach, quite a few foreigners

2200: back @ UT’s in Sau Kei Wan, drink some soup that Aunt Winnie made for me, check email, etc…

2245: head home on 2A bus.


End of Day XX
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DAY XXI: Veggie Dinner in Choi Hung & Bloody Expensive Sashimi - Friday, February 25

Morning: had to call mom’s friend Aunt Barbara about setting something up for this Saturday, they want me to volunteer @ some awards ceremony or something??
- tells me she’s gonna get her younger daughter’s friend Tiffany to meet up w/ me tomorrow @ the MTR station n bring me to the ceremony, where they’ll give me instructions on what to do. O_o (sounds like a setup!!)

1225: on my own, managed to find my way to “runner street” (this place on the Kowloon side where the whole street is full of stores that sell all kinds of runners. funny thing is, I hear all the stores are owned by only 3 guys. ahh, they must be the “footwear tycoons”)

1300: so dazed from seeing so many shoes…everything looks the same. These hongers are crazy! finally bought the shoes I was looking for, start looking for food.

1345: grab lunch in Langham Place mall @ “Café Coral” (this place is about as common as Tim Horton’s is in Ontario I guess) for 25HKD

1530: home for a nap.
- Tiffany calls to touch base n arrange a time to meet tomorrow morning @ the MTR. She just graduated from some University in the states (California?), but she still sounds pretty honger to me.
- Last minute: Aunt Yu Ming calls later on, wants to take me to see some relative tonight. This lady who basically acted as her, my dad’s older brother, n my dad’s guardian/mom for a large part of their childhood when the family had to separate; with the 3 older siblings moving to HK w/ this lady, n their parents staying behind in China to take care of the 5 younger children.

1845: MTR to Choi Hung stn to meet up w/ aunt, visit “Grandma #2”
- this lady’s one tough cookie; she’s in her 80’s, lives on her own, still very energetic, eats vegetarian.
- She made us vegetarian dinner…I was starving so bad…but politely ate everything set in front of me, and she said my earrings were “pretty” O_o

2015: after visiting, head back home on my own, make a pit stop @ McD’s (I needed meat!!)

2140: met up w/ Junky n Angel, they took me to some sushi place that’s sposed to be really good.
- I don’t normally eat sashimi much at all, but I made an exception since they said this place was really well known n that movie stars n other rich folk would go there. It didn’t look fancy at all; just a tiny shop in the side of a building, the size of a large kitchen, stools, plain tables, n just a transparent tarp covering the entrance!
- Pretty crazy though…we just sat down @ the bar, n the chef dude just starts talking to us n making us stuff, whatever he feels like. Junky says he goes here around 2x/week, so that’s why he’s familiar I guess, but yeh…scallops, sea urchin, salmon, tuna, eel, octopus, all the good stuff, plus some other stuff that I had no clue about…we ordered some cooked stuff too, but most of it was raw
- Now although it was good…I still wasn’t really full b/c like I said, raw isn’t really my thing, but I thought hey I’m on vacation so I’ll try it. Junky had told me before we went in that the place was “a little bit expensive”, so I thought alright, prbbly like $20-30CDN/person. That’s more than all-you-can-eat prices here, but I thought ok it’s worth it to try something new. The actual bill for the 3 of us? $1300 HKD!!! That’s over $200CDN?!?! Man…that was a cool experience, but I’m never going there again…lol

0000: meet up w/ Colin, took him up to Junky’s bar, had a few drinks, chilled.

0130: home, shower, crash.


End of Day XXI
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...only a few more days left. stay tuned...

hiatus - Monday, May 16 2005

work's been kinda nuts. too tired to think too much/write coherently...no energy for the weekly update. a few things stick out that are worth mentioning, but the words aren't coming.

i'll only mention 2 things for now:

i) finally become mobile last week, picked up a cheap n (hopefully) sturdy phone - motorola v180:


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ii) bobo picked up a new habit:


more later, i hope...

Mid-life Crisis - Sunday, May 1 2005

no, not my mid-life crisis, but a certain seefutjai celebrated a milestone today: 42 human years! so about 6 years ago, a lil mutt (or 'international' dog i've been told) came into this world. shortly after that, i came home one night to find this same lil mutt squirming about in a cardboard box on the kitchen floor.


(the early years)

6 years have passed by so fast...





we learned to love and appreciate (and occasionally smack) this little beast.

so what did she do to celebrate?


"just leave me alone."

maybe i've hit some sort of mid-life milestone too. well, not b/c i'm feeling that old, but b/c i get these weird ideas out of nowhere sometimes. like for whatever reason, the idea of doing a triathlon came to mind (kinda like the lime coke). i immediately hopped around the internet lookin' for some events in the region, n some of 'em seem pretty crazy. no way i'm doing the "full" distance ones, but then again the super-beginner ones sound real cheesy. I mean: "Almost my First Triathlon"? i'd feel like such a wuss after that...sounds almost as dumb as something like "Almost my First Buffet". yeesh...

so neway, it was kinda hard to find events that were a)not too far away (i.e. still in the Lower Mainland) or b)not too hardcore (i.e. Penticton Ironman). but after some time, i found 2 promising looking ones:

either the

XTC Off-road Triathlon

or the...

Vancouver Triathlon.

both have regular distance events which would probably kill me, but they also have sprint distances which look doable (750m swim/20km bike/5km run). pretty sure i'll be quite hungry afterwards...better bring along a backpack full of food to be safe.

Chinaman in Disguise - Monday, May 2 2005

gloomy weather today, that's ok. could've been worse. i could've had the day off. funny thing happened; co-worker asked what my last name was, explaining that a few weeks ago the supervisor had sent out a memo to let everyone know that i'd be joining the team, but had left out my last name b/c for some reason she didn't know it. so last week they'd been silently trying to figure out what ethnicity i was. ok, i mean they knew i wasn't white, or black, but other than the obvious she told me they couldn't really be sure of anything. there were the usual guesses (flip, vietnamese, malaysian, some sort of mix...) but this was the first time i'd ever heard someone think i was south american! South American?! i don't even know what the heck a south american looks like...would that be like some kinda mexican? or an Inca? i remember learning about those dudes in elementary school (inca dinca doo...) but yeah i told 'em it's just plain 'ol "Lee" (not fernandez, or delgado, or ubungan, or nguyen or tran...) and i'm just a plain 'ol chinaman.

oh, and some other co-worker sent out this email quiz thingy...it's pretty trippy. do it:

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so what were you? 98% or 2%? i gotta say though: after sending this to my parents n my sister...our whole friggin' family's weird! we had: green hammer, blue hammer, yellow hammer...and the 4th (my pops)...didn't even think to answer the question!! he just read it n continued scrolling, then at the bottom asked "what's so special about a red hammer??" priceless. =P

Office Space - Tuesday, May 3 2004

witnessed my first "office cat-fight" today. well, not exactly your hair-pulling, nail-scratching cat-fight; more like a heated argument. but still, it was pretty awkward to have 2 ladies getting petty with each other and bickering 10 feet away from you in an open office space. i just tried to find something to keep myself busy (like staring blankly at the computer screen, folding/stuffing envelopes, date stamping documents...), but yeah it lasted for a good 5 minutes before they headed into the supervisor's office to duke it out with my supervisor as a "referee". office politics...nasty stuff.

*Random: this dude's crazy name had so many letters it didn't fit in the electronic forms on the database - Balakrishnan Subramanian (23 letters). O_o

in other news...gotta go in for some computer skills testing tomorrow, then gotta wake up disgustingly early for my thursday morning interview out in Surrey (for a job that i'm not even sure i want...), then i have another interview next thursday for a f/t position w/ BCIT. uy...life doesn't seem to be slowing down, so i'd better try n keep up...

Mobile Office - Wednesday, May 4 2005

Uncle Tyrone's leaving tomorrow morning, so we had a final big dinner tonight...which meant i had to get my ass home right after work, which means i had to go do my exercise during my lunch break. uuyy...don't think i'll be going back to the gym during lunch; too many cougars! it's like half the registration/admissions department in there! on another note; i wonder if the cardio machines there display miles or kms? i'm hoping they're miles for my sake...b/c if it took me that long to run 2.6km, i'll be toast in a triathlon! O_o

after the run, had a quick shower n read an interesting article from the National Post during lunch:

Fireman suddenly coherent after nine years of brain damage
By Robert D. McFadden

A former Buffalo, N.Y., firefighter who apparently suffered brain damage in a 1955 fire and has since been virtually silent and nearly blind has undergone an unexplained recovery, awakening suddenly on Saturday and asking for his wife.
"How long have I been gone?"
a puzzled Donald Herbert, 44, asked in a 14-hour marathon of hugs, kisses, reunions and conversations with his wife, four sons, other relatives and old firefighter comrades.
"We told him almost 10 years and he said, 'Holy Cow!'" Simon Manka, the man's uncle, recalled. "He thought it had been three months."
In a news conference on Monday at Father Baker Manor, a nursing home in the Buffalo suburb of Orchard Park where Mr. Herbert has been a patient for seven years, Mr. Manka said his nephew abruptly returned to life Saturday and "began to speak after nine-and-a-half-years of silence."
Pending medical tests, Mr. Manka said, the prospects of Mr. Herbert's recovery are unkown. "However, we can tell you he did recognize several family members and friends and did call them by name."
It happened out of the blue on Saturday morning, a nursing home employee said.
"I want to talk to my wife," Mr. Herbert was quoted as saying. A staff member called his wife, Linda, but it was his youngest son, 13-year-old Nicholas, who picked up the phone and began speaking.
"That can't be," Mr. Herbert said. "He's just a baby. He can't talk."
Nicholas was indeed a toddler when Mr. Herbert rushed into a burning apartment building in Buffalo on the morning of Dec. 29, 1995. He wore a breathing mask against heavy smoke and was searching the attic for victims when the roof collapsed.
Buried under flaming debris, the man was knocked unconscious and, according to reports at the time, went six minutes without oxygen before other firefighters pulled him free. They carried him out of a window and down a ladder. He was taken to a hospital in critical condition.
Mr. Herbert, who had rescued two adults and two small children in a 1990 fire and had many citations for bravery, had severe head trauma as well as prolonged oxygen deprivation and remained in a coma for two-and-a-half months.
Meanwhile, his wife and four sons received an avalanche of cards and letters as the community rallied around them. Fellow firefighters helped with the boys, with shopping, with money.
Linda Herbert never stopped caring for her husband. Although a decade has passed, she still regularly brought the boys to his bedside, usually several times a week, said Thomas Burton, a family friend who represented her in a personal-injury lawsuit.
"It's been a ritual, sad as it is, since the horrible injuries this fireman had," Mr. Burton said.
While Mr. Herbert regained consciousness in 1996, his speech was slurred, he was unable to eat without help, he was confined to a bed or wheelchair and his vision was reduced to a series of blurs. Doctors said they had found no damage to the optic nerves, but the part of the brain that controls vision appeared to have been damaged.
Moreover, Mr. Herbert's memory was almost nonexistent. He could not say how old he was or what his job had been. He seemed unable to recognize family members and friends, and firefighting comrades had become virtual strangers.
On Saturday, as word of Mr. Herbert's progress spread, a stream of visitors arrived at Father Baker Manor for reunions with a man who had seemed lost to them.
For a stretch of 14 hours, Mr. Manka said, Mr. Herbert spoke with people and asked questions, especially about his sons: Donny, now 24, Thomas, 23, both in graduate school, Patrick 21, a college student, and Nicholas, a schoolboy. He wouldn't go to sleep," said Mrs. Herbert's mother, Mary Blake. "He stayed up all night talking to his sons."
Mr. Manka, a lawyer, said in a telephone interview his nephew's apparent recovery struck everyone as amazing. "He was completely different," he said. "He was asking questions, and he'd recognize a voice."
Patrick Coghlan was the lieutenant in charge of Mr. Herbert's rescue squad on the night of the roof collapse. On Sunday, he said, Mr. Herbert recognized the voices of his comrades and, while he could not see them, identified members of his old crew.
"We have no idea how it happened," Ms. Blake said. "There are more people praying for this young man, so it's all in God's hands. Even if we had him for just one day, we'd be eternally grateful."
While relatives remain cautious about the man's progress, members of Buffalo's religious community are murmuring his awakening may be a miracle. A movement is afoot to make Father Nelson Baker of nearby Lackawanna a saint, and some people have suggested Mr. Herbert's sudden ability to speak could be part of the process.
"This may be the first step in a long journey," Mr. Burton said. "It's Earth-shaking what took place. We don't want to make more or less of it than what it should be, but you can't change what everybody saw this last weekend."
(New York Times, with files from Mary Vallis, National Post)

things seem more interesting when you can relate in some way or another; guess the same goes for people too.

Thursday, May 5 2005

bloody nice weather today. woke up at friggin 0645, drove pops to work @ 0715, drove about 45min. to get to the edge of Surrey-Cloverdale n found the interview place. grabbed a quick bite @ IHOP - i got scammed! i just wanted a quick, cheap breakfast so i ordered one of the toonie meals: 2 sausage, stack 'o pankcakes for $2. that's not a bad deal, buti was in such a rush that when i sat down n the waitress asked if i wanted some juice i said sure. i should've known better n just asked for water, but it's hard to think straight on an empty stomach. big mistake. the bill comes: food-$2, oj-$2.68!!! yeesh...

o yeah, the interview was ok too.

so yeah i get back to the office around 1130, find out my contract's been extended for another 2 weeks. cool.

on another Random note: mom unintentionally (so she claims) stole someone's groceries today. i came home n saw a bag of weird stuff on the table, stuff that she normally wouldn't buy, n asked what it was for. she said she must've grabbed an extra bag of stuff when she was bagging/collecting her stuff at the checkout. good news is; neither her nor the other person noticed anything, so she didn't know she'd made off w/ the goods until she got home, and that extra bag of stuff had these giant "haw flakes" (type of chinese candy) in 'em...i love those things, haven't had 'em for quite a while. bad news is; too bad that person wasn't buying meat. apart from the haw flakes, there was nothing else good in the bag. =(

but...those giant haw flakes alone were enough to induce some retardedness:

the Flake

Friday, May 6 2005

nothin' much to talk about on a Friday at the office...everyone just wants to go home for the weekend. however, around 1345, i just got an uncontrollable urge all of a sudden (almost out of nowhere!)...i tried to resist, but my will was too weak, and i leapt at the first opportunity that arrived...and ran to the building next door n bought a bag of chips n an oh henry bar. dammitt...this "triathlon-training" isn't starting out so good...

oh well, to end the week on a positive note, caught sight of an ad today in the Georgia Straight for:

going on @ the Empire Landmark hotel on Robson, May 27-29

it's the 2nd year for this event, i remember them hyping it up all last summer when i was working at the BCIT Downtown campus b/c it was the first one ever, but i couldn't make it for whatever reason, but this year it looks like i'll be free. anyone interested? click the poster for more info.

annddd...that's the kinda week it's been.